Disclaimer: I own nothing. Miss Rowling owns all.
Authors Notes: Little Disregard to DH. Just a tad though.
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Acceptance
The atmosphere was bright, light and happy, along with the feeling of acceptance; acceptance to the fact that all those people had died, but they had died for a good cause. And that just made it all worth it. The atmosphere was so much different than it had been a few months ago. Hogwarts was a dark place, filled with war and despair. In only a few months with enough volunteers we were able to rebuild it and resume school. Everyone had to do over the year they were in during the war.
Before we knew it the school year was almost over, our last year at Hogwarts was almost over and that really saddened me. But for the first time in months I was ready to move on and thankful that I had most of the people I love around me, that atleast some people survived. And thankfully the post-war depression had faded, it went slowly but surely.
I walked lazily through the emptying corridors, quietly reminiscing and admiring all the Hogwarts artifacts and things that were still standing or have been repaired. I walked along nodding politely and accepting congratulations from various portraits. I climbed down from the fifth floor slowly and spotted something I didn't even remember existed; The Hogwarts Quidditch Awards Chest. I felt an intense wave of emotion as I remembered when I first saw it in my first year.
I had been the youngest student to be selected to be on the team in years and I smiled and felt proud to know that my name would be up there when I left, placed beside the many generations of Quidditch playing Potters before me.
"I know it's amazing, but please, try not to cry, Potter." Said a deep familiar voice behind me. I spun around quickly and gave Malfoy a wary look which was reciprocated with an attractive laugh that left me feeling bubbly.
"Hello to you too, Malfoy." I finally responded. He came and stood directly beside me, our shoulders pressed together as he stared admiringly at the awards. He released a low whistle.
"I know…" I said agreement.
"You think our names will go up there?" he asked.
There was a short silence.
"Maybe, well, most likely. We were two of the youngest people on the Quidditch teams and of course, two of the best."
"Hmm, maybe."
There was a longer silence this time. As we both thought quietly, probably about the future.
"It's weird sometimes…not seeing and talking to you everyday." He said suddenly in a subdued voice.
I was shocked at his admission and I turned to meet vibrant grey eyes.
I knew that feeling, always looking for that blonde head and then to remember that he was in the Slytherin dorms. During the war, after Draco escaped, realizing what he was apart of, he came to the order of phoenix with secret information and an apology and after a few weeks everyone accepted him and he acknowledged it and was glad for that acceptance. A strange relationship bloomed when we were at Grimmauld place. We understood each other, we didn't expect anything from each other like everyone around us did and we were more alike than we thought. I grew extremely fond of him and knew it was the same for him. And at points where there was no one around, we comforted each other. So I had no problem when I placed a comforting hand on Draco's arm and smiled in understanding.
"Yea, I know what you mean. I'm always looking out for you and then remember you're in the dungeons."
He snickered and pulled me forward for a tight embrace. My heart fluttered and I wrapped my arms around his waist breathing deeply.
"Ugh, Potter, you're rubbing off on me. All these weak emotional moments are making me sick." He muttered in my ear. I could almost see the scowl on his face and it made me smile. We both pulled away and his eyes were bright with an emotion I couldn't place.
"I'll see you later, Potter. I'm going to leave before I'm compelled into more emotional moments." He said rolling his eyes.
"Bye Malfoy and sorry you were subjected to my emotional Gryffindor outbursts." I replied, and he spared me a grin.
As he walked away, he turned.
"Oh, good luck with Practice exams, Potter." He said loudly from the mid-end of the corridor. At the look on my face he shook his head.
"That's in two weeks, Potter. Mark your Calendar."
"Will do, Malfoy. Thanks for the reminder." And with that he walked away.
Draco Malfoy, my past enemy, my good friend, the boy I'm in love with.
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